Does it feel like home inside your head?
... or are your thoughts like mine? Do you feel like they're foreign?
Sometimes my own venting irritates me.
I vent and vent, and come up with no solutions to the problems that I face. I blame other people for my lack of sincerity, and my lack of focus. I don't focus on what I should. I let my mind wander aimlessly on nights when sleep alludes me. I'm starting to feel like I can't even trust myself. Maybe I'm just lying to myself.
I don't appreciate the company given to me, and I want to cry whenever I feel alone. I forget that I'm never alone. I want to be needed, and then I wish people weren't so needy. I wanted to help, that's all I wanted to do.
There are so many different ideas being hurled in my direction right now, that I can barely sort through them. Even if I could capture every thought and make it obedient, I'm still so confused. It seems like the answer should be obvious, and yet I am so confused.
When he walked into my life I was at my lowest. Since then I've been lifted, yet, I feel this elevator has some unscheduled stops along the way for me to make. All I want is for the trip to end, for that sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach to evaporate, and for eternal peace and rest to come to me.
I feel like a disease, and I make everyone around me sick.
I don't listen to myself, or anyone else, regardless of when they know best.
I'm irritated with myself more than anyone.
At the same time, I'm not even sure what it is I'm so upset with myself for.
What have I done?
Perhaps I don't want to find the answer.
Sometimes my own venting irritates me.
I vent and vent, and come up with no solutions to the problems that I face. I blame other people for my lack of sincerity, and my lack of focus. I don't focus on what I should. I let my mind wander aimlessly on nights when sleep alludes me. I'm starting to feel like I can't even trust myself. Maybe I'm just lying to myself.
I don't appreciate the company given to me, and I want to cry whenever I feel alone. I forget that I'm never alone. I want to be needed, and then I wish people weren't so needy. I wanted to help, that's all I wanted to do.
There are so many different ideas being hurled in my direction right now, that I can barely sort through them. Even if I could capture every thought and make it obedient, I'm still so confused. It seems like the answer should be obvious, and yet I am so confused.
When he walked into my life I was at my lowest. Since then I've been lifted, yet, I feel this elevator has some unscheduled stops along the way for me to make. All I want is for the trip to end, for that sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach to evaporate, and for eternal peace and rest to come to me.
I feel like a disease, and I make everyone around me sick.
I don't listen to myself, or anyone else, regardless of when they know best.
I'm irritated with myself more than anyone.
At the same time, I'm not even sure what it is I'm so upset with myself for.
What have I done?
Perhaps I don't want to find the answer.